24. Sick Prose: Slumbered Breath
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Written by Anna DeVine
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Monday, 24 March 2008 |
Slumbered Breath
In the dark and dismal air
I hear the call of death
Striking panic with a thought
Or gasp of bloodied breath
Terrified to fall asleep
I keep a busy mind
Running with uncertainties
And leaving hope behind
Knowing when my energy
Is destiute of fight
Slumber becomes imminent
To dream within the night
When it does I'm wondering
Will it decline to wake
Or find whatever's left of me
Was far too much to take?
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Copyright 2008 Anna DeVine
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 27 March 2008 )
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